Christina Carson
Leaving my budding career in biological research and disowned by my family due to my response to our involvement in the Vietnam War, I immigrated to Canada. I lived there 25 years until a Vietnam Vet asked me to marry him. Now there's a story for you. Canada will always be my home of heart and my first two novels take place there.
At 70 years of age, I'm really not so different than I always was, a loner, a runner, lover of animals and a beautifully turned phrase. I have worn many caps, worked in many different fields but have always had one thread running through my life, the insatiable curiosity to understand human nature sufficient to see another way to live, one more akin to what I see around me in the natural world. I'm inclined to write about that in a thousand different ways, well maybe only 20 or 30. Human cosmology is how I refer to it, and it won't let me be.
“I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I cam to sing remains unsung.Rabindranath Tagore”
“Fo’ it be so clear to me now, with my family being black an white, that though we blacks have it very hard fo’ very long, we don’t own suffering. Abuse, slavery, injustice, an tribulation be part of human living. An if there be a question that be worth axing, rather than it be bout white or black, we might be wanting to ax how come it’s always us humans who be suffering an be mean to one another. We might want a be axing that instead. From: "Accidents of Birth Trilogy”
“I knew in that moment, we were never meant to surrender our childlike innocence, to trade a world in which we fit like a glove for one that hung on us like ill-fitting hand-me-downs. However, all about us insisted on our membership. And instead of a handshake or a mystical password as entrance into this spurious society, we agreed instead to share a lie, the one that says we’re safe, secure, and fulfilled living this way.”
“It struck me that the beauty we attribute to children isn’t something they have that we don’t. It's something they do, which we have long since stopped doing—just describing things as we see them, the simple, unadorned facts.”